Blots of the Grey Blog!: September 2011

Neons

She whispered @ the crescent..

lip gloss thin and scented -
with the lust of a tension
untouched,

brushing the sweat drops,

hushed whim..

you could hear the tic tocs
you could hear the wind lick
the snow

like some type of artic
frantic echo

ansy and nervous:

she took a swig
she took a drag

she finally
let go

digging in her bag's
smashed wrinkles
like a ceral box
rumpled to its top
panels

out came her stop
she jumped in the lights
eyes locked in the brights

neons.

that entice.

Night to Light

The night sky velvet,

crystalizes a thought.

caught from a stars sonnet,

that streaked the canvas -

as if the divine bombed it..

eye meeting light out the darkness,

the revealing feeling of a sightless artist,

who's brushing collages out his wrists arches..

Night Night

The night sky whispers in my ear

clear..

while the vespers path floats remotely

still...

a feeling so sincere..

the noise so soft

it fufills my glance..

leaving me star crossed..

in a sullen stance..

words were lost

whilst the breeze advanced..

..cold..

with an unfroze-

feeling of a sublime chance..

as the moon laughed and danced..

all i could do was enjoy while i watched it pass..

Never could draw

Always wanted to draw with the pen,

paint or lead..

the thoughts on the pad wouldnt match -

what was in the head..

stuck..

like a sliver

splintered..

in my nail bed..

radio box

bumping rail..6ft under

on my sunday reg..

up all night..

seeing with the eyes red..

gleam..glazed..

while the instrumentals played

over again..over again..

the beat sang into my ear..

with a discreet whisper..

the first lines i dropped

was nothing i was too into..

copying formats to fit

my thoughts thru a view-

with a #2 pencil..

page upon page..

jotting down thoughts

for days..

thinking its more than just a phaze...

the reason for sanity,the reason for craze..

craving the challenge..

creating a cage

out of uniting phrases that wind tight

like weaving mazes-

with no end in sight

..ageless..

..timeless..

from a noisy place

drenched in silence..

Gripping the thoughts now

with every sentence..i'm so assertive..

a pure purpose..

drawing worlds with words

just so focused..

publishing poems

now:.. with binary..electronic.. circuits..

leaving the inks..in the moleskins

practicing-

a voice that has kinks

on the brink

ready to surface..

but knowing-

never to force it..

just like when i started..

a blank page and

a thought uncharted..

on a whisp..on a whim..

looking to sing..

Sun Still

Cold soul of the universe feel

cursing at planets that steal

those moments revealed,unrehearsed

Its been happening since the big bang burst

I learned lies that spun an epiphany

cursed @ stars with calligraphy

a symphony in enclosed eyes

its all about a gravity..

despised,

actually

when the wool pull is devised

and the string theory is

umblical in its ties

the cut

stings

perioxide on the wings

muted speech

but my heart still sings

patience is an offering

freebooting elusive

to thoughts that give and bring

a solar stance prism wince

ever since its position of origin

Iv'e never second guessed the question

of a dawns shining connection

to a dark night of blinding

dimensions

Drift

Crimsion hues..

yellow velvet..

a vision exquisite

staring at heavens hemmings

humming a tune.

mid day noon

soaking..

lush vibrations

in anticipation of a silent storm

born from peaceful forms..

so i guess a silohuette

is still just a lining

stenciling the phantom

finding calm

at times random

at times the problem

is really the solution

to views so sick

and abusing

cause i carry them thick

like cloud fluff

hovering on a drift

2 Seconds

Sun shine ranunculus

a blue sky subdued due

to an accumulation of clouds cumulus

in columns stretched beyond the horizons

Crest..

Flowers bloom to the kiss of the mornings breath..

The birds chirp and cheer near the windows edge..

And the breeze seeps into the soul

Making time stretch..

Blue Lights

Dusk mixed parable

licking my chin.I lost a marble

spinning adrift.wincing

when i gargle.solutions

of combustion in confusion..

moving..degress..

stars sparkle on high seas

Blots of the Grey Blog!

Friday, September 2, 2011